Wednesday, October 24, 2012

If I had just landed

I must have a weird roving mind. It seems I'm always conjuring up scenarios. Maybe I'm the reincarnation of Walter Mitty. You old timers, like me, remember him don't you?

I remember distinctly looking at the TV clock, it was 9:18 PM when it happened, as I was watching Governor Romney, Mr. Obama, and moderator Scheiffer.

Then my "Walter Mitty" scenario kicked in. I transformed into this long-lost war hero that had been stranded on a remote island for five years. Then I was rescued by a military recovery team. I was whisked back to the the United States and was  welcomed with parades, awards, and notoriety.

Then before my reeling mind could comprehend all this I was rushed to Boca Raton Florida to watch a Presidential debate. I was told there were two men running for the Presidency of our great country, and tonight was the final debate. My military escorts forgot to tell me what candidate was the incumbent President, and what candidate was the challenger.

So, I just sat there, listened to the moderator ask questions, and listened attentively to the answers from the two candidates. It was so interesting to watch these two candidates in action presenting their opposing views to current topics.

I guessed the older gentleman with the thick head of hair was the President, and the younger candidate seemed to be struggling, and therefore I just assumed he was the challenger to the President, and was seeking to unseat him for the office of the Presidency.

The younger man seemed to be smarmy, condescending, and unwilling to really debate an item. He seemed content to just attack his opponent, the President, with unnecessary attacks, some even personal. It just didn't seem like this was the way a debate should go.

The man, who I figured was the President, seemed so confident, professional, and was straight forward in his demeanor. He was very respectful to the young challenger and the moderator, but he did not waiver in his beliefs. His answers were more crisp and to the point, whereas the challenger couldn't engage in any professional responses, so he continued with his personal attacks and constant condescending remarks.

The man I presumed was the President laid out a detail of what he was going to do as the President in the next four years. He certainly portrayed a grasp of the business world. the challenger didn't seem to have much experience in anything, and instead of speaking of his accomplishments he kept pressing on with personal attacks on the man I thought was the President. He referred to the man I felt was the President to "be old, archaic, and out of touch".

I had been on a deserted island for the past five years, so knew very little about the challenger.
When I mentioned this to my escort, a military man, he responded, "don't feel alone...not too many people know anything about him...other than he was a community organizer". I did notice, however, that the challenger did seem like a well dressed person, looking handsome in his nice blue suit, and certainly spoke well. However, it seemed those were his only attributes.

I then asked my military escort if we could leave. When he asked "why leave before the end"?, I responded, "THERE'S NO WAY THIS GREAT COUNTRY WOULD EVER ELECT A MAN WITH NO BUSINESS EXPERIENCE, AND WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A COMMUNITY ORGANIZER TO THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENCY".

Then my wife woke me and said," the debate's over...Romney won... go to bed now..I'm going to watch Keeping Up with the Kardahians...that Obama was a boring disaster".

And that's Politics with Pete for today...God bless our country...and our troops.

 

 

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